I must remember to tell mother that I found out
How Rupert Brooke died. We heard his poetry on the
Radio as we passed through Albuquerque, just
Two poems before we stopped to get gas and corn
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There is a perpetual flame kept alit at his masoleum there engraved the words were thus, If I should die think only this of me that there is some corner of a foreign field that is forever England there shall be in that rich earth a richer dust concealed a dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware gave once her flowers to love her ways to rove a body of England breathing English air washed by the rivers and blessed by the son's of home and think this heart the evil all shed away a pulse in the eternal mind no less that gives back the thoughts that England gave of her sights, sounds, dreams, laughter learnt of friends in hearts at peace under an English Heaven.
He died on the ship returning to England after fighting the French in France. There was a poem in his pocket that was given to his mother, and it is engraved at his masoleum where a perpetual flame is kept alway's alit in memorium.